“Why did you come here?” he says for the third time. I don’t even try to think before I answer him this time, and the truth spills out of me. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He blinks a few times. But he doesn’t comment. “Why did you record me?” “Because seeing you like that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I want you to fuck me.” It comes out all strangled and desperate, and to my surprise, I sound like I’m about to cry.
